You see me.
You hear me.
I seem strong.

I say I’ll fight hard.
I’ll show him wrong.

I work hard.
I try to stay strong.

But you’re right.
Inside I am weak.
Inside I am holding
Millions of tears.

When you bring him up,
It feels as if I’m
Losing the strings
That hold me together.

Most people think I’m lucky
because “he’s still in the
picture” but he’s not.

He’s gone.

No one understands my pain.
No one knows how empty
My heart feels.
Just like I don’t
Know what they feel.

They can’t claim or judge what’s inside of me.

My life will always be filled
With this painful curiosity.

But I have to stay strong and
Show him wrong.

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